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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A33876	A Collection of the newest and most ingenious poems, songs, catches &c. against popery relating to the times.		1689 (1689)	Wing C5205; ESTC R25347	35,789	30

But very Rhynocerical Was Married ere the Cub was lickt And now not worthy to be kickt By Jockeys bubbled forc'd to fly To save his Coat to Italy Where Haynes and he that Virtuous Youth Equal in Honour Sense and Truth By Reason and pure Conscience urged Past Sins by Abjuration Purged But 't is believed both Rogue and Peer More worldly Motives had to yeer The Scoundrel Plebeians swerving Was to secure himself from starving And that which made the Peer a Starter Was hope of a long wish'd for Garter Next comes a Peer who sits at Helm And long has steer'd the giddy Realm With Taylors motion mein and grace But a right Statesman in Grimace The Sneer the Cringe and then by turns The dully grave the frowns and scorns Promises all but nought performs But how e're great he 's in Promotion He 's very humble in Devotion With Taper light and Feet all bare He to the Temple did repair And knocking softly at the Portal Cry'd Pity Fathers a poor Mortal And for a Sinner make some room A Prodigal returned home Some say that in that very hour Convert Mall Megs arriv'd at door So both with Penitent Grimace Statesman and Bawd with humble paco Entred and were receiv'd to grace The next a Knight of high Command Twixt London-Bridge and Dover-Sand A Man of strict and holy Life Taking example from his Wife He to a Nunnery sent her packing Lest they should take each other napping Some say L'Estrange did him beget But that he wants his Chin and Wit Good natur'd as you may observe Letting his Titular Father starve A Man of Sense and Parts we know it But dares as well be damn'd as show it Brib'd by himself his trusty Servant At Kings-Bench-Bar appear'd most fervent Against his Honour for the Test To him 't was Gain to all Mankind a Jest Blue-Bonnet Lords a numerous store Whose best Example is they 're Poor Meerly drawn in in hopes of Gains And reap their Scandal for their pains Half starv'd at Court with expectation Forc'd to return to their Scotch Station Despis'd and scorn'd by every Nation A paltry Knight not worth a mention Renounc'd his Faith for piteous Pension After upon True Protestant Whore H' had spent a large Estate before A thick short Colonel next does come With stradling Legs and massy Bum With many more of shameful Note Whose Honour ne'er was worth a Groat If these be Pillars of the Church 'T is fear'd they 'll leave her in the lurch If abler Men do not support her Weight All quickly will return to Forty Eight The AUDIENCE THE Criticks that pretend to sense Do cavel at the Audience As if his Grace were not as good To bow to as a piece of Wood. Did not our Fathers heretofore Their sensless Deities adore Did not old Delphos all along Vent Oracles without a Tongue And wisest Monarchs did importune From the dumb God to know their fortune Did not the speaking Head of late Of matters learnedly Debate And rendred without Tongue or Ears Wise answers to his whisp'ring Peers And shall we to a living Prince Deny the State of Audience What though the Bantling cannot speak Yet like the Blockhead he may squeak Give Audience by Interpreter The wisest Prince can do no more Then enter with a Princes Banner Sir Charles after the usual manner Great Sir His Holiness from Rome Greets your high Birth The Prince cry'd Mum. The Consecrated Robe and Clout If you 'll vouchsafe to hear me out And many other Toys I 'm come To lay them to your sacred Bum. So young yet such a Godlike Ray Phaebus your Dad was Priest D a Great Prince I have no more to say Conducted next there comes Great Sir An Envoy from the Emperour To gratulate your lucky fate That gives to Englands Throne new date We joy that any Thing should Reign To baffle Orange and the Dane The Youth to see them thus beguil'd In token of his favour smil'd But at the Spaniard laugh'd outright As shamm'd again in Eighty Eight Next having pass'd the inward Centry The doubtfull Monsieur makes his entry The King my Master Sir has sent Your Royal Birth to complement If you will make it but appear That you are Englands lawfull Heir Here Lady Powis took him short Frenchman Have you a King Thank Maz'rine for 't Whoe'er the Father was the Mother Was France's Queen Powis Who question 's t'other At this reproof he pawn'd a Purse And parting made his Peace with Nurse The Dane the Suede with other Nations Come in with loud Congratulations Upon the Suede so fam'd for Battle He cast a frown and shook his Rattle And for the Dane who took the part Of good Prince George he let a fart This put him in a sullen fit Nurse scarce could dance him out of it When an Embassador from Poland Knock'd at the Door and Velt from Holland He crying Suck'd and Sucking cry'd When Lady Governess reply'd Peace Prince Peace Prince Peace pretty Prince And let the States have Audience Dutchman From Holland I am hither sent To Challenge not to Complement Prepare with speed your Twenty Sail Your twice Four thousand on the Nail Which by your Senate was enacted With Orange when your Sire contracted The name of Holland did affright And make th'young Hero scream outright But Orange nam'd the Royal Elf The sweet sweet Babe beshit himself Tyrconnel who came o're no less Than to be made his Governess To take her leave by luck came in She suck'd his Nose and lick'd him clean Last came the Lady Hales from Play Mov'd by instinct he cry'd Mamma And posted to the Queen away An Epistle to Mr. DRYDEN DRYDEN thy Wit has catterwauld too long Now only Lero Lero is the Song What Singing Dancing Interludes of late Stuff and set off our goodly Farce of State Not Abbevil can turn a deep intrigue Till first well warm'd with Bishop Talgols Jigg Wem cannot sleep or if a Nap he takes His Dream some old Tresilian Ballad breaks But was e'er seen the like in Prose or Metre To this mad Play or work of Father P At Court no longer Punchionello takes Each Scene Part Cue mishapen to the Mac's Such Plot and the Catastrophe is such We must be either Irish all or Dutch. Our very Judges in Westminster-Hall Like their old Roof are Irish Timber all And bless us Irish VVolves are brought to keep The Nation grown now all such silly Sheep Such errant Asses errant Cattle made Or to be yoak'd or saddl'd fleec'd or flea'd O Martyrs Son thy destiny is shown Such props are for a Scaffold not a Throne So Juno in her impotence of rage By Heav'n deny'd did Hell's black Powers engage Yet sped the Heroe Jove and Fate were strong Religious care He took his Gods along But heark O heark the Belgick Lion roars And shakes afar the French and British Shoars One Brandy drinks one mad with Prophecies Lord what they tell us of some Prince from Frize